Face It
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4.3 • 70 Ratings
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- $4.99
Publisher Description
A vinyl edition of Face It, the much-anticipated autobiography from rock icon and lead singer of Blondie, Debbie Harry. Face It Vinyl is performed by Debbie Harry with vocal guest appearances from Chris Stein, Clem Burke, Alannah Currie, and Gary Valentine with original music by Chris Stein. Face It Vinyl features two records filled with highlights from the audiobook, beautifully packaged with never-before-seen photos and art. Each purchase also includes a full-length digital download of the audiobook.
BRAVE, BEAUTIFUL AND BORN TO BE PUNK
Musician, actor, activist, and the iconic face of New York City cool, Debbie Harry is the frontwoman of Blondie, a band that forged a new sound that brought together the worlds of rock, punk, disco, reggae and hip-hop to create some of the most beloved pop songs of all time. As a muse, she collaborated with some of the boldest artists of the past four decades. The scope of Debbie Harry’s impact on our culture has been matched only by her reticence to reveal her rich inner life—until now.
In an arresting mix of visceral, soulful storytelling and stunning visuals, Face It upends the standard music memoir while delivering a truly prismatic portrait. With all the grit, grime, and glory recounted in intimate detail, Face It re-creates the downtown scene of 1970s New York City, where Blondie played alongside the Ramones, Television, Talking Heads, Iggy Pop and David Bowie. Aesthetically dazzling, and including never-before-seen photographs, bespoke illustrations and fan art installations, Face It brings Debbie Harry’s world and artistic sensibilities to life.
Following her path from glorious commercial success to heroin addiction, the near-death of partner Chris Stein, a heart-wrenching bankruptcy, and Blondie’s breakup as a band to her multifaceted acting career in more than thirty films, a stunning solo career and the triumphant return of her band, and her tireless advocacy for the environment and LGBTQ rights, Face It is a cinematic story of a woman who made her own path, and set the standard for a generation of artists who followed in her footsteps—a memoir as dynamic as its subject.
“I was saying things in songs that female singers didn’t really say back then. I wasn’t submissive or begging him to come back, I was kicking his ass, kicking him out, kicking my own ass too. My Blondie character was an inflatable doll but with a dark, provocative, aggressive side. I was playing it up yet I was very serious.”—From Face It
Customer Reviews
Why?
Why is the preview of a woman’s memoir a clip read by a MAN? Understand that it is someone seminal to her life, but let us hear HER voice. It’s HER book. *eyeroll*
Loved it!!!
Loved it!!!
Not the rebel she thinks she is
A scattered and oddly depressing autobiography. Debbie is one of those thinkers who deludes herself that she’s some rebel because she “broke the rules” ie took drugs, played in a band. made some terrible art, and didn’t get married or have kids - pretty much the very things that shallow capitalist culture promotes today. Her generation were conned into bringing this stoned out nihilism into the mainstream. She imbibed the whole deal, and. even at an advanced age, thinks it was trailblazing. It just comes across as sad.
Her “deep” insights read like the diversity statements from any major American corporation. She may have been punk for a minute, but she has bought into conventional globalist liberalism since. This is Coca Cola rebellion with yawningly predictable opinions that dovetail with the “correct” way to think. There’s nothing edgy here. Certainly nothing to get you booted from social media - the barometer for edginess these days. If anything, she is at pains to demonstrate how in agreement with current orthodoxy she has always been. But the hits were glorious. Shame she wasted half her life since the hits stopped in the early 80s. Those amazing genes were never passed on. Despite her yearnings to find her real parents, she never became one. So after the Blondie heyday, much of this book is prattle about numbing the emptiness via drugs and sex. Her solo work is largely forgettable, as is her film work. Listen to Blondie’s music and skip this - it’s not worth your time.